Summary

"I'll get you both back for this," Reaper hissed even as his left hand involuntarily dug into his thighs while his right stroked up and down between his legs, grinding against his crotch with hard, deliberate motions, enough to feel through his suit.

"I'm hoping you do," Sombra said, her own breathing growing shallower as she teased them both, "You always fuck better when you're mad."

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Fareeha had found the picture in one of her history books. It was awkward, learning about the strike team in class, when all her classmates and the teacher were making very obvious efforts not to stare at her. But when they got to the page where her mother was standing there, holding a flag, wind blowing her hair back, the teacher could not resist asking her, “do you know the story behind this one, Fareeha?”

Summary

written for overwatch kinkweek; day five/ oviposition

Satya used the very tip of her finger to press the hard-light egg in again, watching as it nearly disappeared; swallowed whole. Fareeha uttered a guttural moan. The soft bulge in her flat abdomen, just above where her pubic hair began to grow thick, seemed to shift. There seven eggs in there, all different sizes but the same round shape.

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“Quiet!” Efi whispered.

Orisa nodded dutifully, although privately she wondered exactly how quiet her heavy, metal self could be against the Oladele’s creaky wooden staircase. She took the next step slowly and while she did not note any significant decibel reduction, Efi seemed satisfied that she was trying. They slowly made their way up the stairs, past Efi’s parents’ room– here Efi slowed them to an absolute crawl– before finally arriving at the safety of Efi’s bedroom.